From Whence We Came

a poem by Frank Davis, USA

Truth pains the suavely deceptive, the worldlythose who apparently see its simple revelation--indeed, its very existence--as an affront to good mannersa breach of their liar's etiquette. Should the cruel, the covetousthe corrupt and amoral plot to destroy you, take heart! Youin all likelihood, represent something intolerable to them;someone they cannot control with foolish lies; someone who innately reveres the truth. When the torturerscome to "convert" you, when they try to frighten you with their deadly threats, their painful cutsknow that you will, most certainly, not bleed to death. Instead, you will--as do allpreservers of the light--bleed to life.